The Spotlight: The Sounds of Silence

This week I bring you The Sounds of Silence, an eerie flash fiction from Mozette at You Can’t Go Back – And Other Impossibilities.

I discovered this story (like many others) via a flash fiction prompt on Chuck Wendig’s website. He called upon his subscribers to write “a rare, strange, unparalleled apocalypse.” Mozette nailed this prompt, weaving a tale with spooky roots in reality. The Sounds of Silence takes place in a world not unlike our own, in a future just around the corner. It has a subtle cyberpunk feel inspired by—and if I’m not mistaken, slightly parodying—the Matrix. Mozette’s fluid writing style is economic and conversational at the same time. Ideal for addressing this chilling topic. 

I’m gonna stop carrying on before I give anything away. You’ll just have to keep reading and find out for yourself. 

The first couple hundred or so words are posted below. Follow the link at the bottom to the full story on Mozette’s Blogger.

Enjoy the teaser! And don’t forget to comment on Mozette’s original post!

The Sounds of Silence

It’s spooky to be around this near-silent world you know, when you’re not a part of what everyone else is doing. I’ve walked down the street with a trusty book in my hand to the bus stop, sat down and wait with a group of what passes for humans these days.

They’re all glued to their handsets, tablets and have everything plugged into their ears – and they just sit there in complete silence. There’s no looking up to talk to the person next to them, no verbal conversation; nobody seems to realise if it’s raining or if the sun is out.

It’s creepy I tell ya.

But I’m sitting there with a book, reading with my glasses on and I have had a strange look from time to time.

A frown is caught just as they turn away.

I wonder if they’re all talking to each other, gossiping at the retro-person sitting nearby.

I have had one or two people get up and move when they see my hand move up to turn the page of the book; as though the movement freaked them out and they couldn’t stand being so close to somebody who moves so much.

Strange, right?

Well, that happened the other day, and now, I’m not at home. I’m supposed to be, but I’m not. I’m in a little room somewhere away from my house with a camera in the corner of the room watching my every move.

I’ve been here for around twenty minutes with them watching me in total silence… waiting for me to do something.

. . . to be continued . . .


Go forth and conquer,

J. D.

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